Exhale

BBQ day! Went to Buona Vista to pick them up. While walking to the bus stop my brother calls from home.

Ian: You better hurry up.
Me: Why?
Ian: Because pest control is here. They're going to start fogging in 10 minutes.
Me: ????????
Ian: Didn't you remember???? They always fog on Tuesdays. And the food is just sitting out there. At the pit.
Me: Are you at least guarding the food?
Ian: ....No.
Me: Can you?
Ian: ......No.

So tried to rush back home but apparently pest control decided to fog before 11.30. Ran to the pit only to realize all the food was already covered in aluminium foil and not lying exposed to several tons of pesticide as I'd imagined them to be (IAN!!!!). So evacuated to the clubhouse while pest control did its thing outside. Spent a couple of minutes peering out of the window at the fumes as Pea remarked that she felt like she was in a gas chamber.

At least Ian helped start the fire. And in the process got his "fingerprints burnt away" because the flames suddenly shot up and burnt his hand. Abandoned the pit after realizing that the firestarters and charcoal just didn't want to catch fire and ate the beehoon, my dad's stew and the cocktails while my mum went in to grill the chicken wings. Wanted to play card games in the clubhouse afterward, so snuck into my brother's room to get his cards and told Sylvia to hide them because I knew he would never lend us his cards even though he has 7 decks (pilfered off the plane). Then I felt bad and asked Ian whether he wanted to join us.

Me: *takes cards from Sylvia* Wanna play?
Ian: *stares* Aren't those my cards?
Me: *walking toward the glass door* Yea we'll use them ok?
Ian: *takes card from me* Wait. This is the deck we use to cheat with. The cards are all marked.
Me: Aiya, just don't cheat la.
Ian: Its hard to resist sometimes.
Me: Anyway we're playing Daidee not Bluff what.
Ian: Hmmm....
Me: *wearing my slippers* Are you coming or not?
Ian: Yea maybe later. *walks back into living room* .....Ey, you took the cards right?
Me: *thinks the cards are with Sylvia thanks to my wonderfully short-term memory* Yar yar, bye. *closes glass door*
Sylvia: *when we're outside* Eh where are the cards?
Me: ...I thought you took them from him?
Sylvia: No! He still has them!
Me: WHAT!!!!???? * turns around and sees Ian grinning from behind the glass door*

If any of the neighbours upstairs had been looking down, they would've seen me yelling and pounding on our door - which Ian had obviously locked - and Steph and Pea, standing behind, looking on in amazement as my brother waved the cards around, a look of pure evil on his face. (Alright but it wasan evil smile)

He did join us later. Bringing along the cards. So I don't understand why he couldn't have just given them to us in the first place.

Chilled out a bit in the clubhouse for an hour while Ian started "entertaining" the crowd, asking unsolvable riddles and ridiculously hard Maths questions. Have a go at this riddle which Louis Carrol asked but never answered in Alice in Wonderland: Why is a Raven like a Writing Desk?

Answer Ian found on the web: [Edgar Allan] Poe wrote on both of them.
This induced Gwen to yell "That's stupid shit!"

And then there was the whole Maths question fiasco which involved lots of quadrants, lines, equilateral triangles, intersections and Gwen escaping to the Girls' toilet where she could figure out the problem in peace without my brother going "HAHA YOU CAN'T DO SEC 2 MATHS" every 10 seconds. No one really managed to solve it without Ian giving a hint (which was to draw another circle-quadrant figure on the back of a paper plate) and that obviously served to boost his ego further especially when Qing remarke that he was "oversmart". Geez.

And TW's incredible! She's started studying A level Economics! Why???? Stop studying! Its the holidays!

LOTR this thursday with Ann and a few others. No popcorn this time for obvious reasons.

posted by Jeanne @ 2:06 AM